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He hadn’t even heard her come up, which just indicated how loud he’d had his music and how deep in thought he’d been. He had no idea why she was here, but she had that rotten grin on her face and he knew he was in for it.
“I stopped by to see how the school was progressing, but then you were all shirtless and I thought maybe you could use cooling off.” She tipped her head and her grin spread even wider. “Looking a little sweaty, cowboy.”
He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops and grinned. “Try it. I guarantee you’ll only get one shot before I’m on you and there will be repercussions for your naughtiness.”
Piper bit her lip, then shrugged. “It’s worth it.”
The water hit him square in the chest, soaking him and sending water sluicing into his jeans. Ryan dodged the spray by making a hard right and running directly toward her. She’d just turned the hose back on him when he tackled her and sent her flying into a pile of hay. He wrestled the hose away from her and doused her.
That pale pink T-shirt she’d been wearing now molded to her every curve, outlining firm breasts and erect nipples.
Perhaps the torture was all on him, after all. Not that he would ever complain about seeing Piper in a wet T-shirt.
With hands up to protect her face, Piper laughed and came to her feet. Ryan let go of the nozzle, still holding on to the hose in case she decided to attack again.
“Give up?” he asked, staring directly at her chest and not caring if that was rude.
“I’ll never admit defeat.” She laughed as she walked toward him. “But you do look much cooler.”
He tossed the hose aside and snaked an arm around her waist, hauling her against his chest. “I’m anything but cool.”
Her eyes widened, then fell to his mouth. “Are we all alone in here?”
“Except for the animals, but I assure you, they don’t care.”
Ryan’s hands slid up over her soaked shirt. When he molded his hands around her breasts, she sighed, arching into him.
“And here I was just stopping by to see if you wanted dinner.”
Ryan leaned forward, licked a droplet of water from her neck. “Yeah, I do,” he whispered. “But I don’t think we’re suitable to be in public. Shame that.”
He attacked her mouth. There was no finesse, no control. Only hot need to have her naked. Now.
There wasn’t a time since they’d become intimate that he didn’t want her. She looked like a walking fantasy right now and there was no way he could let her go without having her. The barn wasn’t the most romantic place, but he’d pretty much killed the romance when he decided to have sex with her with blaring heavy metal for mood music.
Ryan backed her up to the saddle stand and eased her down to sit. In no time he’d pulled her shirt from her jeans and pried it up and over her head. The bra came next and then Ryan closed his mouth over one taut peak as Piper groaned and fisted her hands in his hair. Somewhere between the hose and the tackle he’d lost his Stetson.
The thought of being out in the open barn where anyone driving up could see them only added to his arousal. He needed her and everything else be damned.
Piper clutched at his shoulders, groaning as he licked, tugged and flicked her nipples with his tongue.
“Enough.” She shoved him back, coming to her feet and reaching for his belt. “I want more.”
“Here?” he asked, smiling at her control, her sudden dominance.
“Here, now and fast.” She unfastened his wet jeans, then started tugging them down. “Think you can handle it, cowboy?”
Oh, he could handle it, but what he couldn’t handle were these damn wet jeans. The dead last thing he needed was restrictions for what he had in mind.
He kept his around his ankles and assisted her in ridding herself of her worn cowboy boots and wet jeans. That bright white thong was torn off in about a second and he spun her around.
“Brace your hands on the saddle,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ve always wanted you like this.”
“Then quit talking about it and do—”
He slammed into her from behind before she could finish her sentence. Yeah, tight and hot just as he’d imagined. Every single time with Piper was like the first. He never got used to the emotions, the euphoria that enveloped him. And he hoped to hell he never got used to how perfect they were together.
She leaned forward, tilting her hips higher, taking him deeper. Ryan clutched at her hips, afraid he’d bruise her if he held on as tightly as he truly wanted.
